I
was working my way west and already salivating over a planned
pitstop at the White Castle a block west of here. Above we look
north on 44th Street, sporting the requisite alert warnings.
I'm sure the lady on the right was quite conscious of them, as
was another pedestrian behind her, as yet unseen. That alertness
may well have saved both their lives. See the cars on 44th heading
into the intersection? The driver of the maroon car behind the
blue compact is about to do something sickeningly stupid, selfish,
senseless and criminal, all geared I'm sure towards saving himself
a couple of imagined seconds.

Remember how Mr. Maroon was
in 44th Street's right lane? The white car now behind the bus
was in the legal left turn lane, and made his turn without incident.
Not so with the putz in the maroon wagon. Anxious to make a left,
this SOB swerved sharply as soon as the white car turned, and
came within two inches of running both pedestrians down. They
had not only the green signal, but also the walk signal in their
favor, but that is neither here nor there. Though the Boulevard
was crawling with enforcement agents, of course there were none
right there at that particular moment. I had just taken the camera
down from my face when it happened. I was hoping his license
plate would come out, but no luck. And in the end, you @#$%&
ASSHOLE, how many seconds did you save, huh? Nearly killed two
human beings in order to sit at the following red light, only
four car lengths away! What a piece of s@%t you are! Hopefully,
at least one person who knows you will see this and recognize
your vehicle (Note the chrome sun visors over the side windows),
and punch you right in the mouth, in honor of your lovely humanity!

Looking north at 45th Street,
we see at least one reference to 46th Street's former life as
Bliss Street; the Bliss Hair Salon (pink canopy). Note that despite
the apparent safety of only three lanes of traffic to cross at
a time on this boulevard section, these crossers also have the
entry and exit lanes from the flanking parking lots to worry
about. There's no relief for the weary on the Boulevard of Broken
Bones.